31-Dec-2010 Our in-house picks for the best of the year For my game of 2010, I'm going skidding back to January, drawing to a stop at the forbidding, overlong legs of Bayonetta. I thought I'd grown out of combo-fighters since Devil May Cry. God of War never flicked my man-bean. The DMC series has tapered into a showy drudge. Dante's Inferno? I like my games to have more than anal incontinence.
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And Enslaved and Castlevania were great, but they were too compromised by platforming to compare to the pure, dazzling bullshit of Bayonetta.
Other games might have been better. But Bayonetta brought back a jubilant sense of "wa-hey" to my solo sofa moments. I'd make little gasping laughs at the audacity of what Hideki Kamiya was genuinely asking me to watch, and long after I'd finished it, I was unlocking cheerleader outfits, my sense of irony lost to the completist halfwit I'd become. I was buying items that made the game harder, unlocking ice skates, failing to get pure platinum medals and farming bosses for millions of gold. Most games peck you on the cheek goodnight. Bayonetta yanks its own tongue out and stuffs it down your throat.
The game I'm looking forward to, along with everyone else in the thinking world, is Portal 2. We all loved the musical ending, so the new game should be a complete musical. Like that episode of Buffy. No, not the one which was silent. Not the one where her mum dies, that'd be horrible. The one where they just sing everything. It's not too late to change it.
Wheatley could front a boy band of dysfunctional personality orbs. Chell could break her silence to do some of that weird kind of human beatboxing that sounds a bit like farts. And GlaDOS could sing "Ooh Ah Just A Little Bit" by Gina G. VALVE, ARE YOU READING THIS, I'VE GOT LOADS MORE WHERE THIS CAME FROM IF YOU WANT TO EMPLOY ME